1. I'm still sick. Big time sick. Coughing up large green chunks of my lungs sick. And the half is less than 48 hours away. I've started considering the possibility of not running this weekend and running the half at Philly next weekend, which is not AT ALL what I want to do since the poet is running the full. But I'll be there, and I might be in better condition to pound out the 1:47-2:03 you guys think I can do. Or I can just freaking suck it up and go after Richmond. Mentally, I am SO ready to run this race. But I'll have to put a sign on my back that says "snot rockets ahoy, please keep left." If I go after Richmond and fail miserably because of how sick I am, I definitely won't be recovered enough by next Sunday to try again at Philly, and I'd really hate to end this season on a big fat race flop. What would you do?
2. The good news about being sick is that laying in bed for two days is that all my little niggles have healed. My shins feel almost 100%, my hips feel nice and loose, and my legs feel itchy and jumpy and want to go run. I'm a junkie craving a good solid sweat.
3. The only thing that feels good on my poor throat is ice cream. So much for race week nutrition.